and into the keyboard, it kept whispering that it wasn’t just a novella. It was a peek through the cracks of the world of Pitchfork County and what I saw in that little sliver of darkness was crazy. You’ll see the fruits of that frenzied writing session in the coming months and years. Pitchfork County is where it all started, but even that godforsaken swath of the Midwest can’t contain the whole nasty story. Those bat-loving cultists? They’re on the road. While the Night Marshal deals with the aftermath of what he’s started down in Pitchfork, the Haunter’s boys and girls are taking their show on a non-stop splatterpunk tour of the good ol’ US of A. Who knows? Maybe they’re headed to your town right now . If you like the darker side of the Pitchfork you won’t want to miss these stories. Don’t worry, there’s more coming from the Night Marshal, too. Pitchfork County is a lovely little place. Y’all come back soon, now.
—Sam
Acknowledgments All books, including Ghost Hunters, are products of teamwork. I’ve been lucky to have the greatest team in the world working on this book, and everything you liked about Half-Made Girls is because of them. Here are the folks to thank: My alpha readers, who read the worst bits so you didn’t have to. My serial fans, who helped me sharpen the edges and smooth out the curves. Jason Whited, @saltyscribe, who edited the hell out of my drafts. Without these people, Ghost Hunters wouldn’t be half the book you just read.